12 months
04/02/09 15:36 Filed in: Life
In the
last 12 months I:
Got married.
Bought a condo.
Wrote a book.
Spent 20 (though not nearly enough) hours underwater.
Watched the magazine I helped start, end.
Sold photos to magazines and companies around the world.
Did the highest paying photo job I’ve ever done.
Was offered less than I ever have been for photos.
Took huge chances in my career.
Worked on a deeply satisfying personal project.
Worked too hard, but not smart enough.
Lost my priorities.
Found them again.
Fell further in love.
Started to put the pieces together.
Was humiliated.
Was proud.
Was intimidated.
Got over it.
Rode a bus.
Rode a bike.
Rode a boat.
Rode a helicopter.
Rode a snowboard.
Rode a plane.
Rode a (sky)train.
Rode a snowmobile.
Wakesurfed.
Sometimes I have absolutely no idea how I make it through the years. My life astonishes me.
Wind. Olympic Village. Vancouver.
Got married.
Bought a condo.
Wrote a book.
Spent 20 (though not nearly enough) hours underwater.
Watched the magazine I helped start, end.
Sold photos to magazines and companies around the world.
Did the highest paying photo job I’ve ever done.
Was offered less than I ever have been for photos.
Took huge chances in my career.
Worked on a deeply satisfying personal project.
Worked too hard, but not smart enough.
Lost my priorities.
Found them again.
Fell further in love.
Started to put the pieces together.
Was humiliated.
Was proud.
Was intimidated.
Got over it.
Rode a bus.
Rode a bike.
Rode a boat.
Rode a helicopter.
Rode a snowboard.
Rode a plane.
Rode a (sky)train.
Rode a snowmobile.
Wakesurfed.
Sometimes I have absolutely no idea how I make it through the years. My life astonishes me.
Wind. Olympic Village. Vancouver.
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Vintage Snowboard Shot
29/09/08 17:18 Filed in: Photography
I hate to do this to you all, my loyal readers, but
as the Orphan Works Bill passed in the US today, i
am looking for the owner of an orphan in my files,
and so here is yet another old photo of me
snowboarding. Sometimes I end up with shots of
myself and due to a lack of labeling, I have no
idea who took them. Magazines used to occasionally
send me photos that weren't even mine, because they
looked like someone or somewhere I shot. In the
end, if you send your pictures to a magazine with
no labels, you can't be too surprised when they go
missing. Sometimes however, the magazines remount
shots after scanning, in which case your pooched.
All of this is a moot point because slides are over, but who took this photo of me at the Westbeach Classic in 1991? (Note the toe grab crail...)
All of this is a moot point because slides are over, but who took this photo of me at the Westbeach Classic in 1991? (Note the toe grab crail...)